1. |
Gutter
02:49
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C, G / Am, G, F 2x
G, Am, G, F 2x
V1 (justin)
I could break my knees, I could bind my hands
Avert my eyes from the evidence
Kick my feet out from where I stand
Grind my heart down in self defense
I was in a gutter, everyday myself
I was in a gutter, where I lived
I was in a gutter, and I blame myself
For averting my eyes like I did
C, G / Am, G, F 2x
V2 (tony)
Clench my teeth, swallow my two cents
Copper Lincoln currency don’t digest
Bite my tongue, and I zipper my lips
Can’t be nice, then you don’t say shit!
I was in a gutter, shaking my coat tails
I was in a gutter, ducking stress
I was in a gutter praying for some help
But it’s highly likely ill refuse it
C, Em, F
V3 (justin)
I bow my head and I turn my back
Pump all my blood to the heart attack
35 years in the water fine
Don’t have to see the gutter if you close your eyes
I was in a gutter, everyday myself
I was under gutter, where I lived
I was in the gutter, and I blame myself
For averting my eyes like I did
Oh--
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2. |
Lousy Liar
01:03
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C, F, Am, F, G
So I pull a window down, if I got something to say, it’ll find a way out
I’m spinning lies, living underground, not really doing OK, but I’m working it out
F, G, C,
F, G, C, Am
F, G, C--
I ring the bell
if I can pound a path through the lies I tell myself
this is just as well
Taking vitamins through desk lamp lights, took a fever to bed, pulled a sheet to the mind
Country’s slipping down a hell hole pipe, here we are on an island dead still in the night
I ring the bell, if I can pound a path through the lies I tell myself
this is just as well
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3. |
Take it Easier
01:20
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F, G, C, F--
I wanna take it easier, but I don’t want make it boring
Daily thinning out my blood, same time every morning
Roll my eyes and shut my mouth, but I might as well have said it
I haven’t even left here yet, but I already regret it
Ohhh--
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4. |
On the Water Alone
01:45
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F, G, C, Am
I've never told anybody anything I didn’t want back in the morning
I never hold anybody tight enough that they or myself might get broken
I’m sitting in the middle of the bottom of the steady slack tide of the ocean
Waiting in silence for a flood tide current to pull my body up into the open
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5. |
Off to the War
05:26
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Em, G, D, G
Em, C, D—
We’re burning up energy slowly paying no mind to the passing time
Trying not to get fed up, never making our bed up or even leaving the house
Pushing our way through the winter, and we’re supplementing sunshine with vitamin D pills
Taking in breaths, what we got left is springing up from the ground
We’re turning our homes into messes and laughing at god as if he’d ever bless us
We can empty the bottle and dig into the bottom, strip the roots from the ground
Peel back the old linoleum away from the concrete that’s coldly holding
Take a knife to the bedrock, we’re in with the modern, and we're out with the rot
We thought about telling you something of substance, after 30 odd year of floating above it
But don’t you dare quote us, don’t you even think of writing it down
We got to keep up our reputations, our public projections, our human relations
Turning words into water, water to wine and wine into one of those things you might hide behind
We’re sending our blood to the bottom, watching checmicals do laps in our bodies
We’re pictures of health, right as the rain, but we’re pounding our hearts and we’re straining our brains
We always hoped we might get back this way, maybe cash in a couple vacation days
Got our eyes on our phones and we think we’re gonna miss the rain
C, G, Am, D
Our pens hit the page, horrible things to say
To annihilate the enemy, we say em anyways
C, G, D, G, C—
Everyone I know is off to the war
Shadowing their dreams of all getting old
I will wear it well till it wears me down to the core
Shake my bones till I set my mind to rest
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